It's late Friday afternoon, and Evan is visiting a friend on the weekend. Evan is a 35-year-old English teacher who's helping Emma with a writing project. Emma is a middle-aged woman who is preparing to enter a writing contest. She has two young daughters; Angela, who is 24, and Jasmine, who is 21.
"Thank you Evan for coming." Emma says. "I really want to win this. This contest could help get my name out there as a writer."
"I hope you win." Evan says with a sincere smile.
"Thanks. I'm so nervous."
"Nothing to be nervous about. You can do it, and I'm here to help."
"You're
right. I just have to relax." She composes herself and positions
herself in front of the computer. "I took the day off--it was one of my
sick days--to work on this. Let's get started, shall we?"
"Let's."
An hour goes by as Evan and Emma are going through the details of the story. Emma is somewhat startled by the sudden ring of the doorbell.
"I'll get that." Emma says, springing up to get the door. "I forgot to mention my daughter was coming by to spend the weekend."
"That's okay. She' always welcome here." He laughs.
"You're so silly." Emma smiles. She opens the door. "Hi Jazz."
"Hi mom." Jasmine responds.
They embrace each other with a hug. "This is Mr. Evan. He's helping me with my writing this weekend." She says, gesturing towards Evan. "Evan, this is my daughter, Jasmine."
"Nice to meet you." Evan says.
"Nice to meet you as well." Jasmine replies.
Their eyes meet for a moment or two, then Evan sits down on the couch, turning his attention back to the computer. Emma tells Evan she will return momentarily while she gets her daughter set up in her room. 30 minutes later, Emma returns.
"My apologies. Catching up with Jasmine on how her week went at school." Emma says. "I let her come here whenever she wants to get away from the dorm life."
Evan smiles. "I'm sure. What is she majoring in? If you don't mind my asking."
"Goodness knows with her." Emma replies. "One minute it was psychology, then it changed from this to that."
"Yeah, that's how youngsters are."
"Right. Let's get back to this story."
#
That Saturday evening, Evan returns to Emma's house with his bag strapped on his shoulder. He rings the doorbell. Jasmine answers.
"Hello. Is your mom home?"
"No, she went by my aunt and to the store."
"Oh okay. She told me to come by around this tomorrow to finish--"
"I'm sure she did. She probably forgot. She tends to be forgetful."
"Oh okay."
"I mean, her mind is not jacked up or anything, it's just that she's burden with so many things, so her mind is just going in different directions. I hope you understand what I'm saying, I'm not trying to make her sound crazy or anything."
"No, I completely understand."
"You can come in. She should be in after a while."
"Okay."
Jasmine goes upstairs. Evan closes the door behind him, takes a seat on the couch, and starts setting things up. While he waits, he puts in his ear phones into the laptop to watch a YouTube video. Five minutes later, Jasmine back down. She stops before going into the kitchen.
"How did you meet my mom--umm--I'm sorry, what's your name again?"
"Evan."
"Oh yeah, that's right. Mr. Evan."
"Well, we had been communicating online for a while, and we decided to meet up to help her with her story because she has a deadline approaching, and I have to go out of town around that time."
"Oh okay. Y'all talkin'?"
"You mean are we in a relationship?"
"Yes."
"No, we're not."
"Why? You don't like her?"
"Well, not in that way."
"Okay. You seem like a good man--better than the ones my mom meet."
I didn't lie to her; I don't like her mom in that way, but I couldn't tell her that I simply didn't find her mom attractive. He thinks. She's good people, but she's too old. Now,
Jasmine on the other hand, although she doesn't have have the body type
I prefer--she's more on the slender side--she's still nice to look at
in the face. Hey, in the right situation, if she offered, I'd do her.
Jasmine sits next to him on the couch. She's watching TV while he's watching a video on the computer. Occasionally out of his peripheral, he would see Jasmine staring at him, but it pays it no mind. Then she slightly caresses his arm but quickly plays it off with a tap on his arm to get his attention.
"What do you think me?" She asks.
"You're nice to look at."
"Thank you. Would you wanna hook up with me?"
He smiles. "Nah."
"Why?"
"I'm a bit old for you.
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-five."
"So? I'm 21. We're both consenting adults."
"I know, but out of respect for you mom--"
"I'm a grown woman, Mr. Evan."
"True. I just--I just rather not."
Evan returns his attention to the video he's watching. He feels Jasmine slowly moving closer to him until she's so close, they could cuddle. She pecks him on the cheek, working her way to his neck.
"Jasmine, we shouldn't do this. Not in your mom's house."
"My mom won't be back for a while."
She gently turns his face to face hers. Looking deeply into each other's eyes, he could no longer resist the vibrant, yet seductive youth coming from her brown eyes. They kiss each other on the lips, followed by another peck, then their tongues engage each other. She lifts his shirt slightly above his pecs.
"Wow, your nipples look so chocolatey." She says, smiling. She goes in, licking, sucking, and biting his nipples. "You wanna suck on my titties?"
Breathing too hard to
answer, he signals for her take off her shirt. She removes the big
t-shirt she's wearing, revealing her small but well-set tits. He cups
her left breast, his tongue circling her areola, then taking her tit
into his mouth. He grabs her right tit, licking her areola and sucking
her tit into his mouth.
She strokes his cock while they tongue kiss. "Let me see your dick." He unbuttons his pants, and she pulls them down to his ankles. Her eyes bulge at the size of his cock. "Oh my god!" He closes his eyes, relaxing his head on the couch while she deep-throats his pipe.
She straddles on his lap and starts bouncing on his dick. "Oh my god! Yes! That feels so fucking good!" She exclaims.
He bends her over the couch, fucking her pussy from behind. "Fuck me, baby! Harder!" She exclaims. His motion picks up momentum, and she rests face first on the arm of the couch in sheer ecstasy.
#
They go upstairs to Jasmine's room. He bends her over the bed, smashing her pussy from behind again. The bed rocks as she rides him cowgirl style. Getting out of the bed, he pulls her towards the edge, wraps her legs around his waist and goes to work on her punani.
Her screams and watching her titties bounce while he smashes moves him to plow her pussy harder... faster. He's fucking her so hard her head bounces up and down on the bed, and her eyes roll to the back of her back head. She squirts all over him, breathing an elated sigh, collapsing on the bed with a smile on her face.
#
Evan lays in the bed with Jasmine snuggled in his arms. "This is gonna stay between us, right?"
"I won't tell if you won't." He replies.
"Oh shit! My mom should be back any moment now."
"You're right. I have to get out of here."
She runs in the bathroom to bathe, then straighten up things downstairs. Meanwhile, he hurries home and takes a shower. Twenty minutes later, Emma walks in. She sees Jasmine sitting on her couch watching TV.
"Hey Jazz."
"Hey mom."
"Did Evan stop by?"
"He did."
"Oh my...I invited him over, and I forgot that I was going by my sister today." She sighs. "I've been so busy lately. Well, more busy than usual. Then I'm trying to get my work finished for this contest in between. It's been so hectic."
"Don't worry, mom. He said he will come back."
"Oh okay." Emma says, relived. "I'm going upstairs to get off my feet for a few minutes. If he comes before then, tell him I'll be right down."
"Will do."
Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rings. Jasmine answers the door. She greets Evan, smiling ear-to-ear. Evan gives her a similar expression.
"Is your mom home?"
"Yes, she is." She gestures for him to come closer. "By the way, you were amazing." She whispers in his ear.
He laughs slightly. "So were you. So, everything is cool?"
"Everything is cool." She winks.
Emma comes downstairs. "Hey Evan, how are you?"
"How are you, Emma?"
"I'm fine. Are you ready to get started?"
"I'm ready.
"Let's go in the kitchen. The light is brighter in there."
"Okay."
He goes into the kitchen with her to set everything up.
The End
